Page 45 of Legend's Legacy
I looked at him as fury rolled through me, and my body shook from the rage. One tear fell, and I declared through clenched teeth, “I hate you, Legend!”
“Get the fuck on, Legacy.”
“Come on, boo. He’s gon’ get his. I promise,” Zenobia vowed.
Too pissed to eat, we both headed back to our cars. She tried to stay with me for a while, but I was too hurt to be comforted. I only wanted to go home so that I could cry alone.
Chapter 16
Legend
“What’s up with you and old girl?” Courtland asked, plopping onto my couch. He grabbed my remote and flicked on the TV.
“Aye, you got half?”
“On what?”
“That damn cable bill and electric bill, nigga. How you just gon’ come up in my shit, grab the remote, and turn on the TV like you pay bills up in this bitch?” I asked, snatching the remote out of his hand and flicking the TV off again.
“Damn. Somebody’s in a mood. The fuck wrong with you, nigga?” Courtland asked, snatching the remote off the table where I had set it.
I snatched it back and flared my nostrils with my lip curled. “The fuck is wrong with you? What part of this is my shit don’t you get?”
“I always run up in here and turn the TV on. You don’t ever say shit about it.”
“Well, I’m reserving that muthafuckin’ right today.”
“Damn. What she do to you?”
“Why it’s gotta be a woman?”
“I know it ain’t work. Everything is good on that front, especially with the new annex project on the hospital we just won.” He held out his fist to dap me up, and I met his fist, but it was a light bump. “Nigga. That shit was lame. If that don’t have you happy, I don’t know what will. Talk to ya nigga. What’s going on, Legend?”
I dropped onto the couch and propped my feet on the table. I wore socks but no shoes. I rested my hands behind my head as I stared at the blank screen on the TV. I sighed.
“Nigga, I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking.”
“’Bout what?”
“Getting involved with another broad. They come with too many problems.”
“Why the hell you think I’m still single?”
I turned my head sideways and looked my best friend up and down. “’Cause you’re you, nigga. Ya ass stay chasing broads away.”
“Get outta here. These hos stay on these nuts.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“Okay, back to future baby mama.”
“Shiiid. That shit ain’t happening. That’s part of the problem.”
“She’s talking about settling down and starting a family?”
I nodded.
“Lemme guess. That shit was like a scared straight program to ya punk ass.” I leaned up and punched him in the arm. “The fuck? What’s wrong with you? You wildin’ over some lame ass pussy, nigga,” he accused.
